Farewell to the King Page #3

I said that?

I don't trust a man...

who can turn away from the hips and thighs

fashioned by the spirits.

But you do. Why?

Maybe it's the old morality.

I love my wife.

You'll go with one of these women in time.

- Do you trust me?

- Yes.

If I have a choice

between the good or bad in a man...

I choose to believe the good.

The Warrior King, huh?

No, you're the warrior. I'm just a king.

What do you see up there?

Altair.

The Southern Cross.

There's something here,

something you're not telling me.

I'll show you...

in time.

We must see the Jap. Operations demand it.

Or how else am I to know

they're really out there?

They're out there, all right.

We're gonna split up.

One of us will find the Jap

on the river somewhere.

If something happens,

we're gonna meet up at this open spot.

Grid coordinate 32 west by 16 north.

You'll have to wrap your boots.

If the Japs see those prints,

they'll bomb us again, for sure.

I'd rather go barefoot.

Damn British stoicism.

I'd have you carried upside-down on a pole

if I wanted.

And I should. You've got malaria.

A Jap, by God.

I've never seen one before.

He's got a rifle, too, and a long bayonet.

Nasty.

I think you ought to have a look, Conklin.

No, thank you, sir.

I've seen quite enough of them before.

My God.

He's pissing in the river.

Just like one of us.

Just a man.

I've got to get a closer look.

I've simply got to get a closer look.

Get the hell out!

How long have you been here?

- Quite a while, sir. And you?

- The same.

He should have been here by now, sir.

If we wait much longer,

their patrols will be here.

No. We're not going back without him.

He's just lost. He has malaria.

Wait here.

Keep everybody under cover.

I'll be back soon.

Tenga.

How long have I...

God, I can't remember a thing.

- Three days, sir. Malaria.

- Oh, Jesus.

You haven't been taking your quinine, sir.

Very bad.

Something's happened. I can feel it.

Well, it's started, sir.

- What's started?

- The war.

They've landed at Tarakan.

Just an Aussie brigade.

Just a beachhead, but it'll grow, sir.

- Stirred up a hornet's nest, they did, sir.

- I'll bet it did.

Learoyd. Where's Learoyd?

You saved my life.

I found you. It just happened to be me.

Who's Vivienne?

You kept mentioning her name.

She's my fiance.

So that's why you wouldn't.

I said I never trusted a man

who had no woman.

I was beginning to worry about you.

I'll get you what you want.

She doesn't believe you.

- Why not?

- Because you're white.

So are you!

When I came here,

I wanted to remake the world. I did.

I remade my world,

but I cannot remake yours.

I'll be back with the treaty.

You're the only one I can trust.

I know.

- Life.

- Life,

Don't start the war without me.

Bye-bye.

You don't know how much you mean to me.

I've missed you so much.

But I'm still jealous of your jungle

and your headhunters.

It's not fair, you having all the fun.

Fun? You think that's fun?

I suppose you still think you're Tarzan,

do you?

And you think you're Lawrence of Arabia,

I'm sure.

- All right, say a prayer.

- Right.

Now, what about these savages?

This whole thing, you've really done it.

You know, the first time you radioed in...

Ferguson thought you'd landed

on your head.

That's not far from the truth.

He doesn't think that now, does he?

Oh, no, he's very proud of you.

But this so-called King, it disturbs him.

- What's he like?

- He is a king, a real king.

Is he yours?

Hitler's dead.

The war in Europe's over.

We heard it yesterday.

How do you feel?

How do you feel, really?

You've done a hell of a piece of soldiering,

but that's beside the point.

If your American believes he's a king,

then he's mad.

And if you believe his fantasy,

then you're mad.

- Worse things have happened, sir.

- Yes, yes, they have.

Vivienne's like a daughter...

and you're like a son to me.

Do you know

how many sons I have trained...

and dropped in some godforsaken jungle

never to come back?

Show me that respect, or at least pretend to.

Tell me about these Comanches.

Well, sir, there are about 600 of them.

And they fight of their own free will,

depending on their mood.

- Mood?

- Yes.

Sometimes an entire militia

can just march off in a fit of nostalgia...

to visit some ancient valley.

It makes perfect sense if you're out there.

It's very hard to understand if you're not.

Yes, yes. So?

- An army after my own heart, sir.

- Oh, stop it.

You can build them roads and bridges.

You can love their women,

sire their children even.

You could learn from them.

My God, you can learn.

But you've got to stay British.

It's not contempt. It's a line of conduct.

You'll never be one of them.

You're no longer one of us, either.

People never see you the same again.

A dead leaf.

You know that one fine day,

you're gonna have to betray them.

General Sutherland, sir!

This is General Sutherland,

the supreme commander's Chief of Staff.

Colonel Ferguson, sir.

Combined Special Operations.

Cloak and dagger, huh?

Well, I'm sorry to say, Colonel,

that the General...

just doesn't have any time right now

for kings or treaties with mythical empires.

Although I will say

it's certainly entertaining and romantic.

- Are you the fellas who've got the King?

- Yes, sir! We do!

- Well, Dick?

- Yes, sir!

- Bring them in.

- Yes, sir!

King?

Stand easy.

Real king?

- Yes, sir.

- What does he want?

Well, sir, he wants freedom.

- That's what we all want, isn't it?

- Freedom for his people, sir.

And a guarantee they can remain

as they are.

He wants an Allied promise

to protect that right, sir.

Any papers? There are always papers.

Oh, yes, yes, I've got them, right here.

- I had a treaty drawn up.

- Sir!

You don't have to listen

to any more of this nonsense, sir.

nonsense, This is not

nonsense Dick This is history.

History is written by unusual men.

Some who even become kings...

and some who make no more mark

than that of a stone thrown into an ocean.

What we have here...

Well, we just don't know, do we?

But, Captain, if you say he's a king,

then I'll go along with it.

I'll sign these treaties...

as Supreme Allied Commander

of the Pacific Forces.

If your king were here...

I'd kneel before him and offer him my sword.

If I had a sword.

Have copies made.

Handle this as you would dealings

with any other sovereign.

Your copies will be returned

in the morning, Captain.

Right. As a matter of fact, sir,

I've got some copies here.

- You do, do you? Yes, you would.

- Yes.

Thank you, sir.

Thank you very much indeed, sir.

It's nothing.

Besides, you wouldn't leave until I signed,

would you?

Captain...

you remind me of myself.

very nice smell tobbaco you use.

Smoke a pipe Captain?

No no Not personally but a great friend of mine

But Perhaps your friend used my tobacco

understands rather scares me

His best Chain for you sir.

Thank you very much,indeed.

Give my reegards to his Majesty

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